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Sarah’s POV. "Mom, are you joking?" I chuckle nervously as my hands start to sweat. "It's the truth, dear," my mother replies with a somber tone and choked sobs. "Don't joke like that, it's not funny at all, Mom." I let out a small, weird laugh. “...” "Mom? Hello??" I ask, but there's no response. The car screeches to a halt in front of my house, and I jump out of the car, thanking the man who helped me. As I push open the door and step inside, my eyes widen as I see my mother sitting on the floor. Her face is pale and lifeless. "Mom, I'm home." A gloomy atmosphere envelops the entire house. My mother is frozen like a statue, showing no response when I speak. "Mom," I whisper, sitting down next to her and gently touching her arm. My mother remains silent, staring attentively at our family photo on the wall. As the doorbell rings, I run to open it. My grandparents and siblings are standing outside, and I welcome them inside. I discover from their conversation that my father
Henry’s POV Angel and I rush towards the entrance, taking advantage of the chaos as the guards are distracted by the explosion. We sneak past the guards and into the warehouse. The room is dimly lit, with a few flickering lights scattered about. The scent of dust and rot dominates the air. We go with caution, keeping an eye out for Sarah or Victor. We hear murmurs and whispers as we make our way through the maze of halls, but the source is difficult to determine. We follow the sound, attempting to remain hidden, until we reach a door at the end of a hallway. When I press my ear to the door, I hear Sarah's voice, but she seems frustrated. Victor's voice can also be heard, although his tone is threatening. I understand that we need to act. I signal Angel, and we open the door quietly. I imagine Sarah in the middle of the room, with Victor in front of her, clutching a revolver. As I see him menacing her, my heart clenches with wrath. "Let her go, Victor!" I yelled, my voice brimming
Sarah’s POV. I blink hard when someone removes my eyepatch, straining against the sudden brightness. My heart starts pounding in my chest as I realize I'm in an office. The man in front of me is tall and muscular, with a shaved head and a dangerous look on his face. He dresses in costly outfits and reflects a sense of superiority. He appears to recognize me, verifying my identification by placing a photograph of me leaving Henry's residence on the table. As I examine this situation, panic expands in my chest. "So," he says, his tone calm and calculated. "Where is the black diamond?" "I don't know what you're talking about," I answer, attempting to seem confident despite my anxiety. "I've never even heard of a black diamond." I jump as the man's eyes widen, and he smacks his hand on the table. "Don't play dumb with me," he says, slapping my face with a low, threatening voice. "Fuck you, Bitch!" I noticed you leaving Henry's house. Did you hand it over to Henry?" My mind races as I
Henry’s POV. I walk into my company, head straight to the elevator, and make my way up to my office room. I chuckle as I think about Victor's plot involving Sarah. That fucking dumbass is so naive when he thinks Sarah would do anything to harm me. I bet Sarah will be here with me soon, and I'm ready to meet my lovely maid. I pick up the phone and call Daniel. "Hey, Henry," Daniel says as he answers the phone. "How is Rachel doing?" "Has she been tortured and interrogated enough?" I ask. "Damn it!" Daniel curses angrily. "She escaped." "What?" "Damn it," Daniel says again. "She escaped from custody. We have no idea how she did it, but she is on the run." My brow furrows, my mind racing with ideas. Rachel's escape could make things more difficult for me. She'd return with Victor, and she'd be the one who knew the most about our inner workings. Victor intends to use her as a powerful weapon. "Do you have any information about her whereabouts?" I ask Daniel, attempting to figure o
Sarah’s POV. I am walking on the street and feeling so lost. I pick up my phone and call my best friend, Mia. She hears that I am feeling down and comes to meet me after 30 minutes. We head to Starbucks and take a seat. "So, what do you plan to do?" she asks, her eyes wide with anxiety. "I have to find a job," I say glancing down at the table. "How about going to school?" Mia frowns, her red hair gleaming in the sunlight. "You're an excellent student. "Are you sure you want to be here without graduating?" "I have no choice." "Shit! I called the cops. But they responded in a dumb way." "My mom is in their hands, and I'm sure they're still watching me around 24 hours a day," I say, trembling, looking around. "I'm feeling completely useless right now." My eyes well up with tears as I speak. Mia instantly rushes over and tightly embraces me, giving a comforting touch. "Don’t worry. I’m here for you," she says soothingly. "And you know what? You’re not as useless as you think. Reme
Henry’s POV. I leave my company and unconsciously follow her. She looks gorgeous in the outfit and moves elegantly on the high heel. I want her even more now that I've seen her wonderful boobs. It appears to be a perfect fit for my hand. As an annoying street singer's voice ruins my mood, Jack appears beside her in an unusual way. That baton ought to be dying to fuck her. I can see everything in his eyes when he stares at her. Damn it! After watching Jack kiss Sarah repeatedly on the street, I punched him in the face. The cops arrived fast, and we're in custody while Sarah glances at me from outside as she has a deposition in an hour. "Master, it's not like you," Jack says. "Fuck you!" I roar. "How Can You Get In Touch With Sarah?" "I thought you'd given up on her," Jack says, rubbing his bloodied mouth. "Don't even think about that," I shout. "She's MINE." I can feel my rage rising within me. How could Jack say such a thing about Sarah? She's not some object he can claim simpl
Sarah’s POV"Goodbye, Sarah." The words from Henry feel foreign in my ear, but I don't have to play along. I quickly turn back and rush towards the black car.As I walk briskly, I can't shake off the unease that settles within me. I glance back at Henry and then look at the car. I have managed to keep myself away from them, but I cannot; I have to keep my puppet role, which Victor surely notices, and I fear the sneaky eyes that always stay on my back.I reach Victor's side as I get in the car, my breath slightly ragged from the hurried pace. His piercing glance meets mine, and his eyes are filled with wonder and distrust."What's the rush?" he asks, his voice tinged with anger.I ignore his question and fix my gaze on my feet. "Nothing."I feel the weight of his attention grow heavier, and I know I won't be able to avoid it for long. Victor is a master manipulator who is constantly one step ahead of me, and I can't afford to make a mistake. My heart is racing as I try to collect my tho
I hear the sound of the high heel while watching a silly sitcom on TV, and I know Jessica is on her way to my room. I threw a lifeless glance at her before returning my attention to the television."Good day, Henry." "I'm here to help you." She begins to remove her clothes, exposing her stunning body.She has beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair, and her body shape is flawless, as if sculpted by the sculptor. I have no idea why I called this stupid woman to my room. She has been faithful to me for a long time and is typically the one that comes to ease my cum.I look at her without excitement, which makes her a little nervous. I take out my phone and show her a picture of Sarah. I know this is really rude when I demand someone be another. But this woman is willing to do anything for me, and she just wants me to fuck her. She's so thirsty that she reveals everything in her lusty face as her nipple becomes harder simply because I stare at it for a while."Fuck me," she begs, kneeling in f